Quote: Willow's head was barely under the sheet of water, so she would have been able to get out of the freezing liquid if she wasn't in a state of unconsciousness.
( Owl. ) Cody's ears shot up in alarm. "Willow?!" he barked, his tone uncertain. Cody wasn't the bravest wolf in Stonepack, and part of him was afraid of going to save her, for fear of falling in himself. He almost considered bolting and getting help, but by then, Willow would have drowned. Quivering, he sprinted over to the river with tense limbs, and reached down, trying to grab her scruff.
Willow's body was unmoving and limp as a dishrag, and her breathing shallow.
"Willow?" Cody felt an overwhelming urge to save this she-wolf. Frantically, he rasped his tongue over her chest, and prodded her side. Willow's eyes opened, revealing two pools of amber. Instead of dancing and sparkling like they usually were, they seemed to be duller and not as full-of-life. Water gurgled in her throat, spilling out of her jaws.
"You alright?" Cody was very concerned about Willow, and his eyes reflected that. I hope I didn't arrive too late... "Cody," Willow gargled, "get me back to the dens."
Cody, in a bit of a panic, grabbed onto Willow's scruff. His paws were shaking as he tried to drag her back, and he tripped often. His mind whirled. Will she be okay?!